Thinking like Minority

It is not obvious to think like ‘a minority’, if you have never changed your circumstances.

To be A “minority” you may have to travel away from “native” land OR mingle with different crowd than you are used to.

Try to change your lunch table for starters.
You may then understand better, how people around react to you, and if, you get on guard for things, that may not be offensive to the native.
Do you end up in more situations when you felt “discarded”? Do you think more often if it is Color or Gender bias. Did you give a thought why you are thinking so?

There is lot to learn from our own reaction. Travel is key to simulating the required environment.

“Minority” connects well to create “community” (I call it as gluing of ostracised  people) and there on, everything is fair in religion and politics.

To Think like Minority is clue to many things for a politician.
But  the clue to your own existence is Individualism which means breaking the Majority Minority thingie.

Try to change things around and feel the difference. (You do not have to "like" this but genuinely try this out for yourself.)

Perhaps you will respect a Non Native guy for daring to have moved out of his land for work and you may "dare" to move to his. Most choose to build a community to protest against such "outsiders".

The Hike

Pavan smelled the crisp wintery wind. There were chirps from the bushes. He could smell the grass and the foliage. A clear blue sky above beckoned him to climb higher. It was a short scramble up some rocks through a narrow fifty feet gully and he would reach the top of the plateau.
Inside the gully, he realized that the 'moves' were now, just illusions inside the mind, more like artifacts that did not exist in reality. The fluency was lost during actual action. Perhaps, the layers of Fat around the waist were too constraining.

He mused, "It is same with everything that is stored in the mind. It is an archive of past achievements. People brood over them and feel good about them. Achievements are time bound. What had happened was a story. What is their real worth now! Are they still as good?"

He was out of practice. At the top of the rock chimney, he sank into the grass and waited for his friends.
It was a reunion of couple of old friends and the venue was a deserted not much visited hill that would serve as a one day hike. It was almost 5 years since his last trek. This small trip was paying for the lost years.

People change. Mountains are forever!

“Well …almost till humans wipe the hills out to construct and re-architect what they think the world ought to be”, He winced at the negativity of the thought.
Helplessness was becoming a routine.

The rule abiding citizen is worst affected when he sees them bent and broken by everyone around!

He had a rebellious nature but yet, he liked to live by the rules!
He had always mused over this contradiction. 
As he lay in the grass, he thought about it again.

He was silent, when things were forced on him. He had not challenged logic and rebelled at that juncture, perhaps, because he was not listening at all or perhaps he was wandering finding holes in the logic.
He felt maimed, when the talkers ruled the conversation, emphatically forcing their thoughts. How could they talk fast without giving much thought to the end results? Were they solving a problem at all or creating new ones? The most obstinate person would consume maximum time in the meeting and press upon his agenda. 
The meeting was all about personal agendas.
He remembered the impasse at a rail crossing. He would wait on the left side of the road in patience. Beefy Traffic would pile on the wrong side of the road. The same would happen on the other side of the crossing.

Would it result into an impasse? 

However things always worked out in India though it took a bit more time. The traffic resolved the impasse by itself. 
Just like the most talkative and overruling person, the guys on the wrong side got ahead of him. This was same as stripping off the rights of a rule abiding citizen.

He was losing respect for his peers. His silence was not adding value either. He felt desolate and helpless. 
In a mail, he had replied back to all with his afterthought. The agenda was set and this afterthought became a nuisance to everyone. He scorned at his inability to make a change for good.

He heard voices of his hostel friends and he was back to reality. They had approached the chimney. He got back to the top of the chimney to guide them up.
He had found the answer. 
People who speak about rules, spin propaganda or force them down the chain will also be the first to break them, create propaganda and show why an exception had to be made.
It is because they only know how to talk, create problems and then show how they should be solved.

Problems exist with humans. They rise and set with humans.

Traffic survival lessons- Making impressions through License plate numbers

1 ) PLATE 1111 or 1234 = Owner forgets numbers OR has too many vehicles..(Hackers should try this sequence to crack bank account or password)

2) PLATE in Marathi (or other "local" language)= स्वाभिमान ..(self esteem / Son of the land)
I hope you never get into an argument with this person esp if you are not a native. He prefers to twist a rule to his taste. Rules specify that the name plate should be in English. The owner feels his mother tongue should be respected over English
If you meet one be a roman and appreciate 'rule of the land".

3) NAME PLATE NUMBER in Units (i.e. 1 in place of 0001)
Do not bother numero uno. You are dirt to him. He paid for a unique number.
He shall pay for any rule that he breaks. Please also check his jewelry.
Do not mess ..Make way for them.
Check the name plate of the car driving in opposite lane against traffic (or at railway crossings). High chance it is one of above.

4) Bit hard to make out: Numbers Influenced by Numerologists
I see these  Lack confidence. Usually seen during driving.

# 2 has bent the rule but he could be better choice to talk with in case of dispute.
I have learned that any of above + SKODA / SUVs/ Pulsars/ 500 cc bikes is a deadly combination to mere humans.

Did you feel several puffs of exhaust on your face or is it just me?
(Well.. It was intended when the bike was purchased.)
You do not want to mess with chariots of fire. (And their charioteers) . Would  you?

My family Physician calls them ' Maut ke saudagar'. (Merchants of Death)
With that said, I should wear a helmet for protection.

I forget what my number is. DUH?

To owners of 1, 2,3 I hope it was funny
Goes with..'Does not depict characters in real life 'etc etc.

Next day morning:

Just got overtaken by a Lady Charioteer in a Mitsubishi..I veered to the left after I looked at the number in my rear view mirror.. It was 4680..
Considering all 'Odds' (mine is 7151 if I remember correctly ) I could read through Lady Charioteer's mind sequence (Increasing numbers= Acceleration).
She was fully empowered (only till the next traffic signal) where even "mere" cyclists can avenge (in silent fervor).


I always Wonder..What is the gain in such a Power showoff.